It's Time to Give Noodles to the Hero!
The old man's hoarse voice faintly entered everyone's ears.
Everyone present sighed and felt sad as they listened to the old man's voice. They silently felt the experience of the old man and his six children in the story.
But there was one exception.
While the soldiers were sighing and feeling sad.
Jackson would occasionally raise his expensive watch and look at the time on it, as if he was in a hurry.
His expression was the same as everyone else, as if he was listening to the story seriously.
However, Jackson couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
"The Chinese are really laughable. They are always playing with false emotions. In this world, only benefits are eternal.”
"I hope today can end quickly.”
However, he only said this in his heart.
At this moment, the old man's noodles were ready. He took out a bowl and skillfully placed it in the bowl. He skillfully put in the seasoning and quietly placed it on the empty space at the side.
There, there were six bowls of noodles placed in order. The condiments inside were different.
There were five bowls that were no longer hot.
"Chief II, time's up." The guard of honor reminded him.
The lieutenant colonel and everyone present were engrossed in listening. After being reminded by the guard of honor, they all pulled back their thoughts.
The story just now made everyone present curious.
There was a beginning but no end. It felt like something was missing.
Why did only one child come back? What about the other children?
But now, it was obviously not the time to think about the story. It was time to enter the memorial garden.
"Old man, go back early. You can't set up a stall here. You're already so old and it's quite dangerous.”the lieutenant colonel reminded.
Then, he led everyone and ignored Jackson. He walked into the army green SUV.
Jackson wasn't annoyed. He turned around and walked toward the black sedan with the " Envoy " license plate.
Buzz!
Rumble!
Then, after the off-road vehicle made a whistling sound, it slowly drove toward the memorial garden.
When the entire convoy entered the memorial garden.
Creak!
The old man who set up the noodle stall also dragged the dilapidated cart that seemed to be about to fall apart. Step by step, he steadily walked along the road into the memorial garden.
As he walked, he muttered.
"Children, I'm here to deliver noodles to you.”
The old man was still smiling when he said this.
……
In the memorial garden.
A straight path led up.
The trees on both sides of the road dropped yellow leaves onto the grass and the path.
The autumn wind blew, adding a touch of coolness and sadness to the solemn memorial garden.
At the southeast corner.
On both sides of the road, every five meters, there was a soldier in military uniform holding a 95-step bayonet. Beside him was a flower wreath.
Behind them were the five heroes of the military region, their resting places.
The five tombstones had their portraits hanging on them.
Buzz!
Rumble!
The convoy slowly drove over.
The lieutenant colonel and two majors got out of the military green SUV parked by the road.
There was no conversation between them, not even eye contact.
In this atmosphere, they were not in the mood to talk.
Although they had already sent off a batch of heroes, today, when they came here to carry out a ceremony to send off the heroes, their mood did not weaken. Instead, their sense of sorrow was even heavier.
On the other hand, after Jackson got out of the black car, he placed his hands behind his back and looked over. Although there was no smile on his face, there was no sadness either.
"China's formalism is really heavy.”Jackson looked ahead and whispered to his subordinate beside him in the American language.
The subordinate nodded heavily." That's true. They're just a few big-headed soldiers. They're not soldiers who have made meritorious contributions.”
Jackson shook his head and laughed." In America, only generals who have made great contributions are qualified to receive such treatment.”
The two of them had been following at the back, never approaching the front, and their voices were very low.
After all, this was a send-off ceremony for the Chinese military. They were also representatives of the United States.
Kakaka--
The backseats of the five spirit carriages were opened. Four guards of honor each held a corner of the coffin and steadily carried it down from the spirit carriages.
"Let's go. Let's…send them off.”The lieutenant colonel's Adam's apple bobbed as he stepped forward and walked toward the five tombstones.
Two major officers followed closely behind.
Immediately after, the representatives of the various troops followed the leaders.
Behind them were the coffins of the five military heroes.
He walked closer.
The lieutenant colonel stood still and looked at the spot behind the tombstone that had been dug out long ago. His expression became extremely complicated.
"Call Wang Yang…video call him. He can't come, but it's good to see him. This is his…only wish.”The lieutenant colonel ordered.
Beside him, a military representative nodded and took out his phone.
……
At the same time.
The five tombstones were a thousand meters away from each other on the northeast slope.
The sky was cloudless and sunny.
On the high slope, he was wearing a black windbreaker and a black umbrella.
The man in black held a pair of binoculars in his hand. Through the binoculars, his eyes silently stared in the direction of the funeral.
When they saw the five coffins being carried down from the spirit carriage, all the people from the military region who were sending them off entered the venue.
He raised his wrist symbolically and looked at the time.
Yes, the time had come.
Pressing on the Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, Zhang Ye's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice,"Old man, it's time to send noodles to the hero.”
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